The Thanksgiving March Ringtones

There's still plenty of leaves Golden on the trees Hoodies, blue jeans and football Bonfires and school nights Scarecrows and hay rides It's fall everywhere except the mall I don't want to hear about Santa Claus coming No silver bells or a dozen drummers drumming I don't want to see an inflatable nothing Till the day after Thanksgiving (And not a day early) Don't plug in those electric candles Or dangle those stockings from the living room mantle Those tangled up lights are more than I can handle Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Go and tell everyone you know That Christmas is here Every day between now and new year Don't deck the halls with the tinsel or the holly You can make me grumpy, but you can't make me jolly Elves don't even make curly-head dollies Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Christmas card, everyone you know Then pour on the cheer Every day between now and new year I want the cookies and the mistletoe kissing Angel on top of a tall tree glisten Wrap it all up in a pretty red ribbon The day after Thanksgiving (You can put antlers on your car for all I care) As long as it's the day after Thanksgiving

March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Brenda's packin' heat 'cause she don't like Mondays Underpaid teacher policin' the hallways Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range (Ah, cut the shit, you ain't goin' to the gun range) Standin' with Emma and our sons and daughters Watchin' our youth have to solve our problems I'll follow them, so who's comin' with me? (Half of you love me, half already hate me) March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Tell the ol' boys in the white bread lobby What they can and can't do with their bodies Temperatures are risin', cities are sinkin' (Ah, cut the shit, you know your city is sinkin') Lies are truth and truth is fiction Everybody's talkin', who's gonna listen? What the hell happened in Helsinki? March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met Uh-huh, and the trenches You can't forget the trenches too (La música de Harry Fraud) Yo You anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh) I'm one of them hustlers you gotta tell thank you (say thank you) Got advice from my dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love He said, "We did the work, you givin' too much credit to the plug" That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee (aight) When niggas couldn't sell it theyself, they was hittin' me (hitters) I was one call away, I pull up with the drugs with me And you don't know the pressure of owin' the plug 50 Got a jail call, he told me, "Stay dangerous, take it easy" Was in the day room and couldn't believe he seen me on TV He spent money on his bitch every time he got work through (I remember that) Caught seven years, and she only visited the first two, damn Rappers in my genre wanna be me still (I know) I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel like I'm cheatin' when I read these deals You talk and you live like this, it's gon' make them hate you This what fueled them to get off they ass, I made 'em greater You should thank me, nigga (Y'all niggas can't tell me what I should do, ah) Tell me thank you (just think) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (I gave y'all niggas something to watch, something to look forward to) You should thank me, nigga, you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (got they homeboys in jail fucked up) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you Somebody tell me thank you You should thank me, you should thank me At the table, rackin' my brain like "How I'm back in the game?" (how this shit happen?) Went and did that lil' bid, now my hoes ain't actin' the same (damn) Stressin', I did them sentences without stackin' no change Gettin' high inside, knowin' my pride ain't matchin' my wage Let me take you back to that blue building, back in the day Where I trapped them two for 15s, plus that was my age From that lil' stage, two or three years, I mastered my ways (uh-huh) We'd be the Jacksons of yay if they gave out plaques for the game Let me take you back to that lil' pot, that lil' flame Brick to a sports agency (uh-huh), we respect grindin' I'm signin' offensive linemen and BMX riders You want a meeting with BSF, then be a check writer (ha-ha-ha) In therapy, learnin' to walk again, four of them in a 'Rari They shot me, I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy) They want me to post when I slide, they say I'm gangster Trust me, it won't make Instagram, it's gon' make the papers Thank us (ah) Tell me thank you Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (tell me thank you, nigga) You should thank me, nigga (nah), you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (fuck you gon' tell me, huh?) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (ah) Somebody tell me thank you